| Straight: BDSM: The Wager (1/4) |
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Will her wager cost her more than she is willing to lose? The Wager It all began with a soccer game, but ended up with her having to pay a forfeit she made when well and truly smashed. Her girlfriends turned up with an outrageous supply of alcoholic beverages. Clara enjoyed a drink as much as the next person, but this time she had overstepped the mark. She had broken an unwritten rule by going online in her drunken state. Of course her friends had egged her on when a male friend that followed Portugal suggested they wager on the result. Now, even the original wager was acceptable but apparently she had been flushed with confidence and upped the ante later that same night. The true extent of her wager was just sinking in. Her forfeit included donning the restraints, which held a place of pride on her sideboard, and posting photographs on the net. For the second time in two weeks Clara was ruing her spontaneous behavior. True, everything had turned out reasonably well after her adventure at "Coffee, Cake and Kink." But, she knew what the penalty would be if anyone from School got wind of her indiscretions. It would mean instant dismissal; maybe even the end of her promising teaching career. Though Clara didn't want to stay a teacher forever, she was quite pleased with her current employment. The money was not spectacular but it did cover her expenses as well as allowing her a modest sum to purchase some luxury items as well as put money away for her occasional jaunts into Europe during her vacation time. Clara was not frugal but she did not waste her money. Yes, she was adventurous and prone to bouts of spontaneity; but rarely so unprofessional. Her father warned her never to bet more than she could afford to lose. In this case it was not money but her dignity. Clara wanted to honor her wager but the daunting reminder that once the photos were on the internet anyone could view them even download them and show them to yet more people, increased her anxiety. But deep down she was excited that unknown men and women would be fantasizing about her the humiliation would be delicious. Somehow she had to ensure that no one was able to identify her. Alternatives tumbled through her thoughts; maybe taking the photos from the neck down would achieve that result. Then she remembered the blindfold it would disguise her identity quite nicely. Feeling somewhat relieved Clara retreated to the bathroom. She needed a long hot shower to clean out the cobwebs and ready herself for the upcoming ordeal. The shower was wonderful; she stayed under the rejuvenating water twice as long as usual. She donned her favorite fluffy, white terry cloth bathrobe and sat in front of her make-up mirror. Clara took special care in applying her cosmetics especially around the eyes and lips. Finally she applied a clear gel to her nipples and the surrounds which almost made them sparkle in the bright lighting of her bed sitter. She knew that most people noticed her sparkling eyes first, before her slim curved body and largish breasts had them ogling her uncomfortably. It really pissed her off when men talked to her tits, not even bothering to raise their eyes and act half normally. Then again those exact reactions were what fuelled her overtly sexual fantasies that had increased in frequency as well as in intensity. Lately, she was using her toys more regularly; she had a |
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Hhmmmm....
